My little star,
how I wish I could’ve met you.
But really, it’s okay—
we’ll meet some other day.
I wish you could’ve stayed
to brighten up our lives,
and wash away the sorrows
that may bring rain tomorrow.
Things happen for a reason,
but it doesn’t mean it’s right.
It just means we have to try harder—
and maybe then, we’ll see your light.
And I’ve learned a lot from you,
even if it was for just a short time.
I learned that it’s okay to cry,
even when all the skies are blue.
After all, you became a life lesson
that I plan to always remember.
You were a gift inside an empty box—
and with this, I have no words.
My little star,
I hope my tears reach you.
For I love you, and I always will,
as your light shines brightest